| Hey you, that’s no way out
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| You can’t find help in a bottle or a cut
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| They’ll choose the wrong way to remember you
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| They’ll find the wrong words to say…
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| Hey man, whatcha thinking about?
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| Not to be blunt, but haven’t heard from you in days
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| Are you okay? | 
| You can talk to me
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| Do you have anything to say?
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| It’s fun to be all talk, but I won’t be here forever
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| Rough time to be a lost soul, I’m sure, but we feel the same
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| Death won’t bring friends and flowers to your grave
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| You don’t know how to behave, when we’re so far
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| Hey man, whatcha up to now?
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| That’s so typical Bren, all you sing about is girls
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| Take a stand, man
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| You can find a voice that’s not haunted by old flings
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| Hey kid, think you got a sec?
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| I can call you, I just wanted to check in
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| It’s been a lifetime since we spoke last
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| I have a thousand things to say…
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| It’s fun to be all talk, but I won’t be here forever
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| Rough time to be a lost soul, I’m sure, but we feel the same
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| Death won’t bring friends and flowers to your grave
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| You don’t know how to behave, when we’re so far
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| Let’s go, we can’t lose another day
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| In your old room, caught you wasting away
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| On accolades for songs you wrote, paralyzed by change
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| But scared to death that you might stay the same…
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| Hey man, whatcha thinking about?
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| Not to be blunt, but haven’t heard from you in days
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| Are you okay? | 
| You can talk to me
 | 
| Do you have anything to say?
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| It’s fun to be all talk, but I won’t be here forever
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| Rough time to be a lost soul, I’m sure, but we feel the same
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| Death won’t bring friends and flowers to your grave
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| You don’t know how to behave, when we’re so far |